XxTHxX

One moment he was dreaming about…Alice? Was that her name? No, her name had to be Christy…but it could've been Rachel too. Well, all that mattered was that he was dreaming about some hot broad that had a generous rack that spilled over when he held them in his hands. Oh God! The way she used her mouth! That girl could be any man's undoing….now if only he could remember her name. As the dream continued, the girl changed. Instead of stringy yellowish-blonde hair, it turned into a rich brown hair with natural blonde highlights. When she looked at him, instead of watery blue eyes looking at him – he saw deep gold ones filled with the promise of warmth. Her skin changed from pale to a slight tan and her body shrank.

While he enjoyed the girl's abundant curves, he became rather obsessed with the girl's new form. Her breasts became a little bit smaller, but they fit into his palms perfectly. Her stomach and legs became more defined with small muscles that toned up the girl's body. Before he knew it, Hermione became the girl that was on him….he really didn't mind – actually it made his dream more…just more.

He didn't know how to describe the feeling of having Hermione like this – being able to touch her, to make her produce such erotic expressions as he toyed with her body. No, that other girl was long gone from his mind and only Hermione occupied it. He bent down to kiss her, to finally see what she tasted like when he jolted awake. His eyes darted across the room, searching for the culprit that woke him up. When he saw nothing out of the ordinary, he lied back down and buried himself deeper in his covers. He closed his eyes and tried – tried to picture what sex would be like with Hermione. He wondered how she'd taste or if she would moan loudly if he found a sensitive spot…would she call out his name when she climaxed?

Rage coursed through him at the thought of her calling out someone else's name…like Ron's. No, she would only be allowed to scream his name as he pleasured her and filled her to the brim as he brought her over the edge over and over again. He mentally smirked; he'd just have to show her that no other man could make her feel the things that only he could make her feel. He started to drift off to sleep, thinking about Hermione's soft red lips. Suddenly, a sweet smell overwhelmed him. He smelled Hermione. Ever since he had become an Animagus, his sense of smell had heightened. Even with his sense of smell, he couldn't tell what Hermione smelled like. No, he could – she smelled like home…warmth and love mixed and combined perfectly together with a hint of lust. Her scent reminded him of his favorite childhood memory.

She reminded him of his first and only Christmas that he had enjoyed with his family. His mind flooded with his mother's laughter as he played with the cardboard box instead of playing with his new toy broom. His father watched with amusement at his antics. He remembered playing with their house elf as his parents opened their own presents. Hermione brought back the memories that he used to treasure when his life went bad…the memories that still haunted him today as he wished that everything had gone different – that he and his parents hadn't drifted apart. Hermione made him want a better future…with her by his side until only the Grim Reaper could tear them apart. Her scent grew stronger and stronger while he grew hard with desire. Where was her smell coming from? It grew so intense that he swore that she had to be next to him in his bed. He reached out his hand and felt another body next to him. Hermione…she had come for him.

His mind was consumed with thoughts about her - and him – buried beneath his sheets. He casted a nonverbal Silencio and Moviota (to close his curtains around his bed). As soon as this was done, he pounced. He grasped Hermione's body and pulled her closer to him. His cock throbbed and hardened at the thought of her. He grabbed her butt (which was smaller than it looked) and brought her close to his body. He knew it wasn't right but he rubbed his aching erection against her….penis? Hermione had a penis?

"What the Hell Padfoot!" James screamed, kicking Sirius in the groin as he scrambled away from him to the other side of the bed.

"James? What the fuck are you doing in my bed?!" Sirius exclaimed, his hands covering his groin.

"Your bed? Your bed? This is my bed!" James demanded breathing heavily from being assaulted – sexually assaulted by his best friend.

Sirius shook his head. "No way man, I've been here all night in this bed – my bed mind you. Why the hell are you in it?"

"Why the hell did you just grope me?" James questioned angrily.

"I thought you were somebody else." Sirius told him, looking away slyly.

James rolled his eyes. "Already found yourself a pet, Sirius? Anyways….this is my bed."

Sirius frowned. "Nope, mine is by the window…and where are we? By a window."

"Sirius…every bed is by a window." James sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair.

Sirius' face fell. "Then I might be in your bed after all. So why are you getting to bed so late?"

"I stayed up with Hermione, Harry, and Ron. They were telling me about the last few years." James explained, lying back down in the bed.

"So that's why you smell like Hermione." Sirius muttered jealously, gripping his pillow tighter as the emotion consumed him.

"Hermione," James growled, turning to look at his friend, "is that who you thought I was?" James narrowed his eyes.

"So what if I did? That's not any of your business last time that I checked Prongs." Sirius announced gruffly, his eyes darkening with anger.

"Hermione is-"James began, but Sirius cut him off.

"Just because Hermione is Harry's best friend, doesn't mean that I can't see her as more than his friend. She's a woman, Prongs, and a hot one at that." Sirius ranted, throwing his hands into the air.

"Hermione is MINE!" James snarled, glaring at his friend.

Silence overtook the pair as they analyzed each other. Sirius turned to look away as he frowned. "She can't be. Just…Just stop it Prongs."

James pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to calm down. "Stop what Padfoot?"

Sirius closed his eyes as he began to speak. "Stop trying to replace Lily. Hermione is her own person and though she might be similar to your wife, she is perfectly different than her."

James clucked his tongue. "I can only hope so."

Sirius turned to look at his friend directly. "What do you mean?"

James pulled up the covers and turned to lie on his side. "Good night."

Sirius growled, but allowed his friend to fall asleep. James' body relaxed and his breathing had softened and harmonized.

Sirius turned away and closed his eyes. "Hermione isn't yours. She's mine and mine alone." He muttered before falling asleep, not knowing that James and him were being listened to.

XxTHxX

"Sirius! Dad!" Harry yelled as he quickly put on his trousers.

Sirius jumped up instantly and sought out the noise. "Harry?"

"Get up!" Harry called out as he dashed into the boys' bathroom.

Sirius bent down and grabbed a clean-looking shirt, and then he quickly shoved James off the other side of the bed.

"What the hell!" James exclaimed.

"We need to get up!" Sirius answered, sliding underneath his bed – or was it James' bed? – looking for some sort of pants.

"Why?" James questioned as he slowly got up from the floor.

"Because….because….Harry!" Sirius screamed as he grabbed a pair of black trousers from his trunk after not finding any under his bed.

"What?!" Harry asked, coming out of the bathroom.

"Why do we need to be up?" Sirius asked tentatively.

Harry's face turned red and began to stutter. "W-Well, we need to seize the day!"

James smirked knowingly. "Does this have to do with a girl?"

"W-What?" Harry replied nervously.

Sirius grinned and walked over and hugged Harry. "Who's the lucky bird? I bet it's that Luna girl!"

Harry blushed redder. "N-No! It's Ginny…she's my girlfriend."

James smiled and congratulated his son happily. "I'm happy for you, son."

Sirius frowned. "How does that explain why we're up at this god-forsaken hour!?"

Harry's face went blank. "It's ten in the morning, Sirius."

Sirius' eyes widened dramatically. "That early? What were you thinking? It's Sunday! It's a day of rest! Have you no heart?"

"Honestly, the boy wants us to be with him right now obviously." James said, reprimanding his crazy friend with a smile.

Sirius threw his hands in the air, but continued to get ready.

"Thanks." Harry told James.

"Nah, Sirius went through worse stuff when I starting dating your mom. I'd wake Remus, Peter, and him up at the crack of dawn just so that I could look my best and not sweat profusely when I was around her." James confided to his son, before something clicked in his mind.

"Harry, where's Remus?" James asked excitedly.

Harry went still as Sirius turned around and grinned. "Yeah, where's that old wolf? Last time I saw him, he'd just told me that he was dating Tonks!"

"Remus? Our Remus? With your cousin? I've got to see that!" James exclaimed.

Sirius chuckled. "I wonder if they got married after all."

James turned to Harry. "So, is Remus staying somewhere close by?"

Sirius barked out a laugh. "I want to see his face when he sees us again!"

Harry's face turned pale as he gathered up his courage. "Remus…doesn't live nearby."

James laughed. "Well, he'll just have to apparate here to visit us then. Where is he though? I'll send him an owl this instant!"

Sirius watched as Harry's face fell and looked grim. "Dad…Remus is –"

Sirius stopped Harry. "I understand, Harry. You don't need to say more. Why don't you go wipe off all that cologne on your neck – it's too strong."

James looked at Sirius with confused eyes. "Sirius?"

Sirius sighed. "James."

James frowned. "I'm not a child. What's going on?"

Sirius looked away from his friend. "Remus isn't here, because he's dead."

Disbelief clouded James' mind. "How would you know, Sirius?"

Sirius took a deep breath. "If he was alive, Harry wouldn't have hesitated and he'd be here by now to see us. He's gone."

James held back his tears as he forced out another question. "What about Peter?"

Sirius growled. "Don't speak about that rat in front of me!"

Sirius began to turn, but James grabbed his wrist. "Is he alive?"

"He'd better not be. Don't you know that he was the one to-?" Sirius snarled.

"Yes." James replied without hesitation as he dropped Sirius' wrist.

Sirius turned to his friend in shock. "Don't you want revenge? Lily's dead because of him! You lost eighteen years with your son!"

James looked into his friend's angry eyes. "He's my friend, Padfoot."

"I can't believe you!" Sirius yelled, before storming out of the room.

James ran his hand through his hair as he sighed. Sirius just didn't understand. Yes, he was angry at Peter and he even hated the rat, but Peter was his friend at one time…his best friend. Even though he resented and despised him, there was a small part of him that remembered the young boy that would share his favorite treat whenever James was upset about Lily…No, James hated what Peter had become, but he loved the boy that he once was. Peter would pay for his actions if he was alive, but it would be a legal punishment.

"Peter died by his own hands," Harry stated as he came back into the room, rubbing a wet towel over his neck, "Voldemort ended up killing him indirectly when Peter showed fear."

James walked over to his son. "Did he ever hurt you?" James asked softly, his eyes solely on his treasured son.

Harry shrugged. "That's the past, dad. During the war, there were a lot of moments where we all were 'hurt'." Harry concluded, dropping his wet towel onto his trunk.

"W-Was Remus happy?" James wondered, holding back tears at the loss of his partner-in-not-so-many-crimes, but the ones that they committed together were legendary and still warmed his heart.

Harry nodded stiffly, rubbing his neck while tapping his foot. "He was truly happy. He married Tonks and they even had a son together."

James nodded slowly. "I'd like to hear more…maybe later you, Sirius, and I can talk more?"

Harry agreed easily. "I'd like that."

James turned his attention to the open door. "We'd better head down and find Sirius, before he gets into trouble."

Harry looked confused. "Why would he get into tr-"

James smirked. "An angry Sirius and many pretty girls surrounding him? Think about it Harry."

Harry smiled and shook his head in amusement, before heading out the door with James following closely behind him.

XxTHxX

Hermione sat in her favorite armchair. This was the armchair that she sat on when she studied with her boys or when they spent hours talking with each other. This was the chair where Crookshanks had occupied with her during her previous school years. This was also the chair that she sat in when Ron told her he loved her and wanted to go out with her.

She leaned back into the chair as emotions surrounded her. It felt like she couldn't breathe. She was drowning and no one seemed to care. She was truly alone. She wiped a tear away when she heard someone descending down the stairs. She looked up and saw two similar figures, looking worriedly at her while quickening their pace to get down the steps.

"Hermione?" James asked.

Hermione avoided looking at James as she got up from her chair. She walked over to Harry and forced a smile on her face.

"Harry." Hermione whispered, before hugging him tightly like her life depended upon it.

"Mione, are you okay?" Harry whispered, returning her hug.

Hermione pulled away and beamed up at him. "I'm just so happy for you!" Hermione exclaimed.

Harry blushed and returned the smile as he embraced her again. "Thank you."

Hermione looked up and saw James' angry expression. She frowned slightly, but decided to ignore him. Just because he was jealous that she was stealing Harry away from him, didn't mean that she deserved his anger.

"Hermione, love?" Ron bellowed, coming into the room.

Hermione quickly wiped her face, not noticing Harry and James watching her closely, and turned towards Ron with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"Ron." Hermione breathed, before gliding over to her boyfriend's side. She quickly kissed his cheek and wished him a good morning.

"Where were you?" Harry asked Ron as he walked towards his childhood friends.

Ron shrugged. "I had to send an owl home. All my clothes have shrunk a good size or two."

James rolled his eyes. "Don't you know any modifying charms?"

Ron blushed as he laughed. "I didn't even think about that. Thanks!" Ron said as he rushed upstairs.

Harry ruffled Hermione's hair. "Let's head downstairs without him. He'll catch up eventually."

Hermione distractedly nodded as Harry pulled her towards the portraits' exit with James walking beside her.

XxTHxX

"Hermione!" Luna yelled, seeing her friend.

"Luna." Hermione replied, feeling much better after hearing Luna's voice.

Luna approached the threesome with an irritated expression on her face. She strode up to Hermione and hugged her.

"Luna?" Hermione asked, feeling awkward when Luna's dress licked at her bare skin.

"I think that you and I should go to the library." Luna suggested, not looking directly at her friend.

Harry frowned at the blonde witch and her odd dress. "Why? You both need to grab something to eat at least before you go. I don't need for either of you to get sick! Now both of you are going to eat a hearty breakfast and a whole glass of orange juice!"

Hermione snickered softly. "Are you okay, Luna? Normally you're the one forcing me to eat."

Luna frowned. "Hermione, it's a bad idea to go in there." Luna whispered as she petted the little animal heads on her dress.

James came closer to inspect the dress itself. "Did you do the animate the dress yourself? Where did you get the animal heads?"

A small smile bloomed on Luna's face. "After the Battle, I went to Australia with Hermione. I was fascinated by the muggle toys, so Hermione took me to all the toy stores nearby whenever the Lorintes weren't active outside. She introduced me to the Beanie Babies brand. I started collecting them almost immediately. Actually, this dress contains every Beanie Baby made." Luna explained enthusiastically.

Hermione smiled, thinking about their short break in Australia. "I already knew a couple of animation spells, so Luna and I experimented with them on the Beanie Babies one day while we were on the beach – a wizard/witch beach mind you."

Luna nodded her head, her eyes softening. "Hermione, really let's go somewhere else."

Hermione agreed, wanting to please Luna and keep her happy. "Anything you want."

Luna smiled and they were about to head off, before James yanked Hermione's hand, pulling her (and inadvertently Luna) close to him.

"Grab something to eat." James announced huskily, staring deep into Hermione's eyes.

Luna frowned and Harry looked confused as Hermione softly nodded, licking her lips slowly.

"Come on, Luna. Let's just quickly duck in and grab a roll or something." Hermione reasoned softly, still looking intently at James with heat in her eyes.

She looked way, feeling that if she had kept looking then she would've done something that she'd regret – or would she? Would she honestly regret kissing him? Right now, she didn't think so.

Hermione pulled a resisting Luna into the Great Hall. "Hermione! I mean it; we don't need to go in there!"

Harry rolled his eyes while walking behind them with his dad. "Calm down, Luna. It's not like McGonagall is stripping or anything!"

Hermione started to laugh, when she saw something that nearly crushed her. Sitting at their table and at their spot was Sirius…with another girl. Fuck. It felt like a bludger had struck her in the gut. She blinked back tears as she continued to walk over there. She was no coward…besides whatever Sirius contracted from that whore – No! She wasn't going to think that way about another girl, especially since Sirius could charm the panties of anyone (except McGonagall of course!). Anyways, this just helped her out…she'd be able to resist him easier, mentally and physically.

"Hermione…" Luna whispered sympathetically, already knowing that her friend had fallen into Sirius' web – this had to hurt.

Harry and James smirked when they saw Sirius. Harry couldn't believe that his godfather had waited this long to hit on someone, and he was pleased that Sirius was able to act like a teenager without any worries. James was pleased that Sirius wouldn't be a problem whenever he made his move on Hermione. He loved his best friend, but Sirius had such a weakness for the other sex – especially when he was emotionally unstable.

"You old dog!" Harry exclaimed, slapping Sirius on the back as he took a seat next to him.

Sirius pulled away from the black-haired girl, blinking up at his godson as Hermione and Luna took a seat across from him. James sat next to Harry and started filling up his plate.

Sirius noticed Hermione when she reached over to grab a piece of toast. His face paled at the realization that she'd caught him, with another girl while he was supposed to woo her. Shit!

"Morgane, your lipstick is smeared." Luna commented, her voice sounding like she'd just woken up.

Morgana gasped as she placed her hand over mouth and rushing off.

Harry chuckled. "Morgane? I didn't picture her as your type."

James couldn't help but add to conversation. "That's Sirius. He doesn't have a type."

"Oi!" Sirius yelled. His heart raced as he snuck a glance at Hermione.

Hermione simply buttered her toast and filled her Goblet with apple juice, never once looking up.

Luna grasped her hand underneath the table. "Lavender." Luna whispered, so softly that only Hermione heard.

Hermione glanced up and quickly noticed the blonde. Nothing looked out of the ordinary with Lavender, but still Hermione analyzed everything that she saw. Luna wouldn't point her out if there wasn't a reason. It felt like a light bulb had switched on when Hermione noticed Lavender's shirt – which was Ron's shirt…a shirt that she had just washed for him not to long ago too. Her head felt like exploding, what did this mean? Why did Lavender have Ron's shirt on? Hermione placed a hand on her hand in thought.

"Mione?" Harry called out, causing Hermione to jump before turning towards him.

"Yes?" Hermione asked breathlessly, her hand pressed against her heart as she willed it to slow down.

"You alright?" Harry asked worriedly as he balanced his spoon on his finger.

Hermione took a deep breath and cleared her mind. She looked back up with a smile. "Of course, Harry."

Harry smiled and went back to eating. Luna looked at her friend, wondering what she was thinking of while Hermione mentally talked herself down. Nothing was going on between Ron and Lavender! She had to be over-thinking things! She was mistaken, Lavender probably had a boyfriend and was wearing his shirt or somehow one of Ron's shirts ended up in Lavender's clothes and she just didn't realize it. Yes that had to be it; everything was going to be okay. She was going to be okay. However, why was she more upset at seeing Sirius kissing another girl than her boyfriend cheating on her?

"I can practically hear the wheels turning around in your head." Sirius commented randomly as he continued to stare at Hermione. He couldn't help himself, he couldn't stop the need to see her, hear her voice, to touch her.

"I'm just not feeling like myself today, I fear." Hermione replied softly as he struggled to hear her.

"It must be because of the Trijaks." Luna announced happily, grabbing a piece of bacon off Harry's plate. Harry shrugged as he handed her another piece.

James narrowed his eyes in thought. "Trijacks?"

Luna rolled her eyes. "You're not very knowledgeable, are you?"

Sirius barked as he watched James' face went from confused to angry within a second.

"Now wait a minute!" James declared angrily.

"Dad, calm down!" Harry stated while holding back a laugh.

"Well, are you going to enlighten us about Trijaks?" Hermione questioned her friend.

"Nope, that ruins my fun." Luna answered slowly, smirking at James.

"Oh, Luna." Hermione sighed wistfully.

"However, they're flying all over your head, Hermione. You might need to protect yourself." Luna explained, placing her hand over Hermione's.

"Luna, did you remember Friday's lesson?" Harry asked, changing the subject.

Luna beamed at Harry. "Of course! The Redgoons were an interesting animal to study, especially since they're in their mating season."

Hermione nodded. "Their mating dance was different to say the least."

Luna agreed. "I enjoyed the part where the male urinated on the ground, and then a flower would sprout up."

Harry smiled as he watched Hermione and Luna discuss the Redgoon's courtship. He loved that his two favorite girls got along so well. Wait! What? Harry took a deep breath as he calmed himself down. Luna wasn't like that. He didn't like Luna like that. She was his friend, his best friend's friend…nothing more and nothing less. A small smile of relief bloomed on his face as he "convinced" himself that nothing was going on between him and Luna. Nope.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "However, what caught my attention was the Redgoon's ninja reflexes as it battled a snake."

Luna's face went blank. "Ninja? What's a ninja?"

James snorted. "Seems like you're not so knowledgeable as well."

Hermione quickly defended her friend. "Does that mean that you know what a ninja is as well, James Potter?"

James slightly blushed at the way Hermione said his name, it rolled and made his pants grow tighter as he envisioned her saying his name that over and over again.

"Prongs?" Sirius asked, trying to catch James' attention.

"Huh?" James asked, blinking.

"What's a fringa anyways?" Sirius asked.

"What?" James asked confused.

"It's a ninja." Hermione corrected.

Sirius shrugged. "Do you know what it is?"

James shook his head. "Never heard about it before."

Harry chuckled. "It's a person that has really fast reflexes basically."

"So it's like a seeker?" Luna asked innocently.

Harry looked at Hermione who replied. "Sort of."

James scowled. "Why didn't you just say that?"

Hermione shrugged. "How would you learn then?"

XxTHxX

"You really didn't have to go with me to the library." Hermione commented as she strolled to her favorite place in the castle.

James smiled. "Luna wouldn't have let you go by yourself anyways. She thinks that something bad will happen to you."

Hermione smiled gently at the thought of her friend. "She worries too much and feels like she needs to protect me from everything."

James shrugged. "That's friendship. No one wants their friends to get hurt if they can prevent it."

"Yeah..." Hermione trailed off, letting a nice silence fall between them

"Did you want someone else to go with you? Harry? Or Sirius?" James asked, feeling jealous and waiting for her answer.

"No!" Hermione nearly shouted when she heard Sirius' name. "I'm actually glad it's you."

James couldn't help but smile wider at her confession. "I'm glad that you feel that way. I want us to be friends." More than that really.

Hermione blushed and went into the library as James held the door open for her. Hermione headed straight for the overfilled stacks and started searching for a new title. James noticed that the library was empty, except for them and the librarian. Hermione trailed deeper into the stacks, away from his view so he decided to follow her. Just to make sure she was okay, he thought silently. He heard her gasp in excitement and walked over to see what she had found.

"What do you got there?" James asked.

Hermione turned towards him, her eyes alive with happiness. "It's the new version of Hogwarts: A History!"

James smiled as she flipped through the pages. "What have they added in it?"

Hermione looked up quickly, before returning to her book. "They added in a chapter about the Battle and even a Remembrance chapter, filled with names of the people we lost during the war."

James nodded, understanding her excitement and even finding it quite sexy. Her eyes twinkled and her body glowed as she commented on a certain paragraph or laughed about the absurdness on another one. He ached to touch her, to bring her close to him…he wanted her to look at him with the same devotion that he saw her give Ron. He needed it.

"Talk to me." Hermione announced suddenly, closing the book carefully.

"Huh?" James asked, surprised.

Hermione smiled and repeated herself. "Talk to me."

"About what?" James asked.

Hermione shrugged. "Anything, everything. What makes you tick? What do you like to discuss – other than Quidditch…I might kill you if you bring that sport up."

James smirked. "I happen to love that sport."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "And I happen to enjoy talking about other things."

James thought for a moment. "I like Transfiguration. It was my favorite subject in school."

Hermione nodded. "Have you ever performed the Transgonio spell?"

James' eyes bulged. "No way! It's still way too unstable to mess with! A man nearly died from improperly pronouncing it!"

Hermione shook her head. "They've corrected the spell to where anyone can perform it…as long as you're smart enough of course."

"What? Do you know what that means?" James asked zealously.

Hermione nodded while James rattled on. "We can finally decipher what causes dragon pox and even prevent it from spreading!"

Hermione smiled. "Now what have you heard about the Resgonite spell?"

James smiled as he answered her.

XxTHxX

James' eyes bulged out of his skull. "Are you telling me that they're close to being able to extract memories from Death Eaters?"

Hermione nodded eagerly, standing real close to James. "In a few more months they'll have produced a trial potion to test out their theory."

James grinned, before realizing how close Hermione was to him. How he could feel her warmth surround him as she told him about another spell that was under development. He was sure that he would be interested in whatever she was saying, but no…he was too distracted by her.

Hermione looked at him, moving closer to him. Her eyes twinkled as she enjoyed their conversation; she liked hearing his opinions and thoughts about certain spells that were under experimentation. He couldn't hold back anymore. He bent down and stole her lips. His tongue darted out and licked her bottom lip. She gasped, letting him enter her mouth.

Hermione couldn't think. No, the only thing on her mind was how to get closer to James. James pressed her against the bookshelf as he explored her mouth again; his tongue touched hers as she started to respond back passionately. She fought him for dominance as her hands trailed down his body. She wanted him so much, she'd never wanted someone like this before…except Sirius. James caressed her face, pulling her attention back to him as he started to touch her as well.

Hermione felt his cold hand slid up her thigh, and she quickly snapped back into reality.

"Shit! Shit!" Hermione muttered, after pulling away from James' mouth. James stood there, caging her between the bookshelf and his body. She looked at him with a frown.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm taken?" She asked angrily.

James didn't speak as he continued to devour her with his eyes, still wanting her.

"Why. Must. You. Do. This. To. Me." Hermione said, emphasizing each word, pushing against his chest to give her more room to breathe.

"Do what?" James whispered, backing up only slightly.

Hermione tilted her head as she wiped away a stray tear. "You make me forget."

James raised his eyebrows in a question. "Forget what?"

"Everything." Hermione whispered in response, before rushing away from him.

XxTHxX

"Ron?" Hermione called out, looking for her boyfriend in the Boys' Dormitory.

"Babe? Why are you here?" Ron asked, coming out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.

"Ron." Hermione whispered, before running into his arms.

Ron hugged her as she breathed in his scent.

"I'm having a bad day." Hermione announced softly, looking up at Ron with sad eyes.

Ron smiled, bending down. "I can make it better."

Ron started to kiss her, but Hermione pulled back. "Ron, can we talk for a bit? We could go lay down together like old times and cuddle?" Hermione asked hopefully.

"Why do we need to do that?" Ron muttered as he bent down to kiss her again.

Hermione moved out of his arms. "I really just need to talk, Ron. We can make out later; please, I just need you right now."

Ron groaned. "I'm right here, Hermione. If you need me so, why can't I kiss you now? Let's snog for a bit and then maybe we can cuddle."

"Is that all I'm good for? A snog?" Hermione asked softly.

Ron didn't answer as he sat down on his bed. "Hermione, stop acting all depressed and junk. This isn't like you."

Hermione's face went red with rage. "I'm sorry if I'm bothering you."

Ron sighed as he got up and hugged his girlfriend. "Come on, we can lay on my bed for a bit."

Hermione smiled and they moved to his bed to cuddle. She enjoyed feeling his body behind hers and she smiled in comfort. She loved Ron when he was like this, when he acted like he used to. Suddenly, something wet latched onto her neck. Hermione opened her eyes to see her boyfriend sucking on her. Ron's hands roamed down her body until he reached her bottom, pulling her closer to his hard cock. He rubbed himself over her mound, wanting her to feel his desire and needing her to finally give herself to him.

"Ronald!" Hermione yelled, pushing herself away from him. Tears fell from her eyes as she got up. Hermione stormed out of the room, searching for the comfort that she desperately needed.

"Don't be such a prude, Hermione!" Ron exclaimed, his voice reaching her ears as she walked down the stairs quickly.